"Call me if you ever feel like hurting yourself." You remember Swiss say to you. You were currently sitting in your bathroom with a blade in your hand and a death wish. You sigh and then take your phone and call him. "Hi baby, whats up?" He said when he answered clearly smiling. "Um, I- I- I- I'm in my bathroom and I have a blade, I haven't used it, but I really want to, please can you come and stop me before I end it." You say tearing up. "Of course baby, don't worry, I'm on my way now keep talking to me." He said.
We chatted about random things while he drove over and you even put the blade down. He opened your front door and ran upstairs and pulled you into a tight hug. "It's okay baby." He said rubbing your back and you broke down crying. "What's up, what's making you feel like this? You don't have to tell me if your not comfortable." He said and I smiled slightly. "Um, just life, what's the point of being tortured by my own brain everyday if one day it'll be over, so why not end it sooner." You say while crying.
He picks you up and walks to your bedroom and then sits down in the bed with you in his lap and rubs your back. "Before your demise, at atleast 100 years old, you will feel better. You won't be tortured by your brain everyday, you will be happier than ever." He says and you immediately starts humming the song. You calm down and then he puts on some music and you both sit there singing your heart out. You feel tired after a while and you both fall asleep together.
